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Wasilla is the place where I have lived for the past 29 years - sort of. The house in which my wife and I raised our family sits here, but I have made my rather odd career as a different sort of photojournalist by continually wandering off to other places to photograph people and gather information, which I have then put together in various publications that have served the Alaska Native Eskimo, Indian and Aleut communities.

Although I did not have a great of free time to devote to this rather strange community, named after a Tanaina Athabascan Indian chief who knew Wasilla in the way that I so impossibly long to, I have still documented it regularly over the past quarter-century plus. In the early days, my Wasilla photographs focused mostly upon my children and the events they participated in - baseball, football, figure skating, hockey, frog catching, fire cracker detonation, Fourth of July parade - that sort of thing. 

In 2002, I purchased my first digital camera and then, whenever I was home, I began to photograph Wasilla upon a daily basis, but not in a conventional way. These were grab shots - whatever caught my eye as I took my many long walks or drove through the town, shooting through the car window at people and scenes that appeared and disappeared before I could even focus and compose in the traditional photographic way.

Thus, the Wasilla portion of this blog will be devoted both to the images that I take as I wander about and those that I have taken in the past. Despite the odd, random, nature of the images, I believe they communicate something powerful about this town that I have never seen expressed anywhere else. 

Wasilla is a sprawling community that has been slapped down hodge-podge upon what was so recently wilderness of the most exquisite beauty. In its design, it is deliberately anti-zoned, anti-planned. In the building of Wasilla, the desire to make a buck has trumped aesthetics and all other considerations. This town, built in the midst of exquisite beauty, has largely become an unsightly, unattractive, mess of urban sprawl. Largely because of this, it often seems to me that Wasilla is a community with no sense of community, a town devoid of town soul.

Yet - Wasilla is my home and if I am lucky it will be until I grow old and die. Despite its horrific failings, it is still made of the stuff of any small city: people; moms and dads, grammas and grampas, teens, children, churches, bars, professionals, laborers, soldiers, missionaries, artists, athletes, geniuses, do-gooders, hoodlums, the wealthy, the homeless, the rational and logical, the slightly insane and the wholly insane - and, yes, as is now obvious to the whole world, politicians, too.

So perhaps, if one were to search hard enough, it might just be possible to find a sense of community here, and a town soul. So, using my skills as a photojournalist and a writer, I hope to do just that. If this place has a sense of community, I will find it. If there is a town soul to Wasilla, I will document it. I won't compete with the newspapers. Hell no! But as time and income allow, it will be fun to wander into the places where the folks described above gather, and then put what I find on this blog.

 

by 300...

Anywhere within a 300 mile radius of Wasilla. This encompasses perhaps the most wild, dramatic, gorgeous, beautiful section of land and sea to be found in any comparable space anywhere on Earth. I can never explore it all, but I will do the best that I can, and will here share what I find and experience with you.  

and then some...

Anywhere else in the world that I happen to get to, such as Point Lay, Alaska; Missoula, Montana; Serenki, Chukotka, Russia; or Bangalore, India. Perhaps even Lagos, Nigeria. I have both a desire and scheme to get me there. It is a long shot. We shall see if I succeed.

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Oct012009

Cocoon mode,* day 21: Update on the dog from the marsh: at last report, still looking for her people

I found Carol at home today. The dog was still with her (and of all things, I had forgotten my camera!). She had called the vet and had given them the ID number on the rabies tag that they had issued to the dog, but it was so old they could not ID it. She had called the animal shelter and had given them the ID number off the license.

Same thing, but they said it would be in their records somewhere, just not in a convenient place to access.

So she was going to drive the dog the 12 miles to the animal shelter and see if they could find it while she was there.

If not, she was not quite certain how to proceed. She was not going to leave the dog there, because, given its age and health, she knew they would put it down in three days or so. So she would just bring it back home. She remembered her black and white "Little Munckin" the old dog that had disappeared in the marsh (which she and Dodd call "the meadow." It is much drier now than it was before they bought the property but back then it was a genuine marsh.)

"That's not going to happen to this good dog," she said emphatically. Not long after Little Munchkin disappeared, she had found some bear scat on the trail. She feared that might explain why she could not find it.

She had made posters, including the one above, below the old picture of the Chihuahua and had put them up around the neighborhood.

Nobody had called.

I must say, the dog, though still stiff and slow, looked much better than when last I saw it.

*Cocoon mode: Until I finish up a big project that I am working on, I am keeping this blog at bare-minimum simple. I anticipate about one month.

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Reader Comments (5)

I've been worried about the old girl, and was happy to read that Carol was not going to simply drop it off at a shelter. I thought the same thing. Who would adopt such an old dog? And I knew that she would be quickly euthanized. It would be the practical thing, but as Carol said, you simply don't want to see that happen to such a good dog.

Thanks for the update.

October 1, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterdebby

Thank you so much for the update. I am glad Carol will not leave the poor dog at the shelter, and hopefully if the owners arent found another good home will come along for this old girl. My heart just breaks and my eyes tear up everytime I read the post about her. I am so glad you and Carol were there.

October 1, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterLisaJ

Thank you for the update, this old girl is so sweet, I am happy that Carol is willing to take care of her if the owners are not found. You are all a great group for taking this dog under your wing and trying to find her home. I wish the best for Old Girl and all of you!

October 1, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterJen

Dogs live in the present. By now, the Old Girl has a new memory, one that includes loving people, a warm place to sleep and a nice meal. The end is inevitable - not just for the Old Girl, but for us all. At least her final days will be comfortable and happy. Bless you, Bill, and especially Carol, for your love, care and compassion.

October 1, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterPhyllis

Thanks, everybody. I have a new update that will soon go up. It will make you all happy.

October 1, 2009 | Registered CommenterWasilla, Alaska, by 300

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